You stand up from the couch. Immediately, there’s a loud hiss. Your eyes widen in horror as warmth spreads through your diaper. You look down. There’s a slight yellow tint to your diaper, though the cartoon characters haven’t completely faded, so you don’t need a change yet.
But you’ve spoken, or rather thought, too soon. There’s a loud rumble from your abdomen. Your knees bend into an instinctive squat. You let out a soft fart as you begin to push instinctively. Panicking, you try to hold it in at least until you can get to the bathroom a few feet away, but no luck. You have the option to not actively push, but you can’t stop your body from doing it on its own.
After squatting in this position for what feels like years, you decide to move the process along. You’ve been standing there for ages and can tell that only the very tip of the massive log you need to move has entered your diaper. Cringing, you bend into a deeper squat and push once. Once is all it takes. You let out a thunderous fart as your bowels explosively empty into your diaper.
You let out a sigh of relief and straighten. The cartoon characters have faded indicating you need a change, but you knew that already. Even if you hadn’t just experienced what happened, the stench filling the room is enough of a tell.
A familiar voice says your name. You look over at the front door. Immediately, you turn red in embarrassment, humiliated to have had an audience as you messed yourself. You can’t believe that you just pissed and shit in a diaper, right in front of your…